It’s taken me a long time to write this. But there’s something I have to tell you.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for putting unrealistic expectations on you.
I’m sorry for putting you against a timeline. I’m sorry for doubting you. I’m sorry for not loving you.
After my baby came, I was so mad at you. I looked at you and all I saw was a beat down, tired, dirty body. It took me a while, but I finally realized that even the strongest warriors need to rest and heal after a battle. You had a long and tiring battle growing my baby in you. After the long labor and delivery process and my baby was here… you carried me through those late nights, still continuing to sacrifice yourself even though you were so tired.
I’m sorry for putting unrealistic timestamps on you.
As much as I knew it would take a while for you to “bounce back” and was in no rush… I still found myself disappointed that almost 7 months later… I wasn’t pleased with what I saw… and I’m sorry.
I wasn’t looking at the whole picture. I wasn’t looking at how strong you are, how long you’ve carried me for, how much you’ve provided for my daughter… and for that… I’m sorry.
I now choose to see you for who you truly are…
… beautiful, strong, amazing, and completely sacrificial. You not only carry me, but others too. For that, I am forever grateful.
Read More Below
- My Labor and Delivery Story
- My Postpartum Journey
- Grief of What Was
- The Day Time Stopped
- To the Mama Who Tries to Do It All
